Leny Roovers

Bacchante....American Sonnet

Your upturned face with eyes half closed, beguiles,
your lips have just been kissed and wait for more.
As passers-by hold still, drawn by your smile,
light from above paints shadows on your breasts -
ablaze, in that dark corner near the door.
Bewitching male and female, it arrests,
your lighted form floats in the dark, it soars,
invites us to join in on heaven’s stage.
Alas, we can’t accept, we're here as guests,
have come to see the painters of your age.
Regretfully ignoring your request,
we turn to see what else there is in store.
By sculptor's hands, his mind and heart engaged,
your lips have just been kissed and wait for more.